Monday, August 4, 2008

Tease Me to the Sky

Hair Metal is something that was easy to make fun of, and really didn't have much depth... until you realize it wasn’t supposed to…. Not really, it’s the unholy mix of pop rock, heavy metal, glam, power pop and even a little dash of punk. It was frothy, and bright (visually at least), big, dumb, sleazy, and even a bit of fun. Now I have to admit that I enjoyed and still enjoy some of the music these bands made…. Anyway, Steven Blush has put together this book filled with photos, interview quotes from the era and a bit ofinsight into what Hair Metal was all about…. The most shocking thing about this book is that Blush is best known for the book American Hardcore, which covered the second wave of punk in the US… I can’t think of two many scenes that were completely opposed to each other… on the other hand I was in a puck store a couple of years back and hair band Skid Row was on the stero and the punk kids were singing along…so yeah, it’s a fun look back, it’s got some insight and a lot of photos… really that’s exactly what Hair Metal needs…..

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"The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side."- attributed to Hunter S. Thompson

“I never knew there was a class system in America until I moved to Ann ArborMichigan. This town was populated – dominated might be a better word- by rich, spoiled college students. I can see how Liverpool gave us the Beatles, but I’ll never understand how Ann Arbor gave us Iggy and the Stooges.”-Dee Dee Ramone, Lobotomy: surviving the Ramones. P. 255

You know, every day I get out of bed and drag myself to the next cup of coffee. I take a sip and the caffeine kicks in, I can focus my eyes again, my brain starts to order the day. I'm up, I'm alive. I'm ready to rock. The time is coming when I wake up and decide I'm not getting out of bed. I'm not getting up for coffee or food or sex. If it comes to me, fine; if it won't, fine. No more expectations. The longer I live the less I know. I should know more. I should know that coffee's killing me. You're suspicious of your suspicions? I'm jealous, Kay. I'm so jealous. You still have the heart to have doubts? Me, I'm going to lock up a fourteen-year-old kid for what could be the rest of his natural life. I gotta do this; this is my job. This is the deal, this is the law, this is my day. I have no doubts or suspicions anymore. Heart has nothing to do with it anymore. Its all in the caffeine.